“I guess. Audrey claimed her daughter, Betty, worked for Merrill Lynch, but that was bullshit. Delaney lives in the city herself so she called the office and drew a complete blank. Nobody’d ever heard of her.”
“She could be married and using her husband’s last name.”
“That’s one explanation,” she said. She pulled her mouth down and ran her tongue across her upper teeth, a move that conveys disbelief, though I’m not sure why.
“What about her nieces and nephews? Wouldn’t one of them know how to contact her kids?”
“There aren’t any nieces or nephews. Daddy made that up for the obit because he thought it sounded better. She really didn’t seem to have friends or family. With the exception of that bunch of drunks they hung out with, we’re it.”
“That seems odd.”
“It is odd. I mean, if she had kids you’d think they’d have come down to visit at some point or at least called now and then.”
“You think she lied about them?”
“It wouldn’t surprise me. I had the sneaking suspicion she was pulling the wool over Daddy’s eyes, acting all nicey-nice. The way she talked, she was head of a happy little family with kids who were gainfully employed. Ha!”
“Maybe she was estranged from them.”
“I guess that’s possible, though we may never know the truth.” She lowered her voice. “You heard how she died?”
“I did and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Did she strike you as the type who’d take a dive off a bridge?”
“Ordinarily, no, but Daddy says she was arrested late Friday afternoon and spent half the night in jail.”
My attempt to look astonished probably fell short, but she didn’t know me well enough to catch on. I said, “Arrested? Are you serious? For what?”
“Who knows? I couldn’t get it out of him. I know he posted bail and from what he said, she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He was furious. He said it was clearly bullshit and he intended to sue for false arrest. He’s convinced her being picked up was what pushed her over the edge, literally.”
“Sounds like it,” I said.
She glanced at her watch. “I better get back. Are you staying for the service?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll have a chat with William and see what he says.”
“We can talk later if you’re still around. Thanks for letting me vent.”
“No problem.”
When I returned to Meditation, a small group of people had arrived. By the look of them, these were Marvin and Audrey’s bar pals. There were six of them, two women and four guys, all roughly the same age. I’m sure the habitual drinkers at Rosie’s would have evidenced a similar air, as though bewildered to be outside and sober at that hour of the day. One of the two women was holding Marvin’s hand, tears coursing down her face. While she wept, he used his free hand to pull out a handkerchief, which he handed her. She shook her head and I saw him dash tears from his own eyes. Grief is as contagious as a yawn.
William had moved to the back of the room where he was deep in conversation with Mr. Sharonson. I caught his eye and lifted a tentative hand. He excused himself and crossed the room. “How are you doing?”
“Fine. I was just wondering about the time frame. Are you staying for the service?”
“Of course. I hope you’re not thinking of leaving. Marvin would be crushed.”
“Crushed?”
“He’s always wanted to meet Audrey’s friends and he was thrilled we were here. Well, ‘thrilled’ isn’t the word he used, but you get what I mean.”
“What about the woman he’s talking to now? Wasn’t she a friend?”
“More like a mutual acquaintance. Several of them socialized at a neighborhood bar. He’s distressed no one else has stopped by. He hoped for a respectable turnout.”
“What about his older daughter?”
“She’s flying in from San Francisco and should be here close to one.” He lowered his voice. “Has she made an appearance?”
“Audrey’s accomplice? So far, no, and that’s what worries me. If she walks in now, she’ll spot me right off the bat. I don’t see how she could fail to recognize me.”
“That’s not a problem. She’ll sign in and by the time she sees you, her name and address will be recorded in the book. You’ll have all the relevant data you need to pursue her without further effort on your part.”
“She wouldn’t necessarily give her home address. I left that line blank myself.”
“Matters not. You’ll have her name. You can take that and run with it.”
“But she’ll have my name too. If she checks directory assistance, the only reference she’ll find is Millhone Investigations, which will give her my business address and phone number. She’s bound to figure out I’m onto her. Why else would a private detective come to Audrey’s visitation?”
“There are four women here. Five, once Marvin’s older daughter arrives. She won’t know which of you is which. And why do you care?”
“She tried to kill me.”
“I doubt she was serious. She probably saw the opportunity and acted on impulse.”
“But suppose she tells Marvin I’m a PI?”
“He already knows.”
“He does? How did that come up?”
“It didn’t. I told him outright.”
I stood and blinked at him. “William, you shouldn’t have done that. What in the world did you say?”
“I didn’t go into any detail, Kinsey. That would have been indiscreet. All I said was you watched Audrey steal hundreds of dollars’ worth of merchandise, after which her accomplice tried to run you down in the parking garage before she made good her escape.”
9
I arrived at my office at 9:00 the next morning, unlocked the door, and gathered up the pile of mail the postman had shoved through the slot the day before. I tossed the stack on my desk and went down the hall to the kitchenette, where I put on a pot of coffee. When the machine had gurgled to a finish, I filled my mug. I was pleased to discover the milk was still fresh when I subjected it to the sniff test. I added a dollop to my coffee. Life is good, I thought. Then I returned to my office to find Marvin Striker standing by the window, looking out at the street.
I only slopped the tiniest bit of coffee on my hand as I cycled through alarm, uneasiness, and guilt, wondering if he meant to take me to task for crashing Audrey’s visitation. I said, “Ah! Mr. Striker. I didn’t hear you come in.”
He turned to look at me with brown eyes that in happier times might have held an impish light. His smile was subdued but at least suggested he wasn’t feeling churlish. “The door was unlocked. I knocked a couple of times and then let myself in. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. You want coffee? It’s fresh.”
“I’m not much for coffee, but thank you. I’d hoped to talk to you after the service, but you were gone by then.”
“I shouldn’t have been there in the first place. I never met Audrey…”
“No need to apologize. William said he talked you into it. He didn’t know her either, but I appreciated his being there. He’s a good man.”
“He is,” I said. “How are you holding up? It’s been a rough few days.”
He shook his head. “The worst! I can’t believe this is happening. If you’d told me a week ago my fiancée would take a dive off a bridge, I’d have laughed in your face.”
“I wouldn’t jump to conclusions,” I said, wincing at my choice of words. “The police haven’t made a determination yet, at least as far as I’ve heard.”
“None of this makes sense to me. Does it make sense to you?”
“Not at this point, no, but I don’t know the whole story.”
“Neither do I, which puts us in the same boat.”
I sat down at my desk, expecting him to take the chair across from me. Instead, he remained on his feet, hands in his trouser pockets. He was short and compact, wearing a navy pinstripe suit and a pale blue dress shirt. The knot in his tie had been pulled loose and the top button of his shirt was undone, as though he’d dressed properly that morning and then found himself impatient with the necessity. “You have another appointment or something? I don’t want to hold you up. I know you’re a busy lady.”